The Noon Gun

I grew up with stories of “When Daddy was a little boy…”, tales of my father’s childhood lived across adventures from Nevada to DC to Afghanistan to Korea. The preferred setting for these narratives had to be the streets of…

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Clicking on No Cylinders

Somehow, this weekend felt like someone sucked all the oxygen out of the universe. I had big plans for the weekend, or at least moderate steps toward the things I’ve been intending to work on for a while. Many of…

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2/20/?

Yesterday, I had a really hard time. For one thing, I just wasn’t feeling that well, which is always sort of a struggle on one’s birthday. Birthdays aren’t quite the same as they were when I was excited to tack…

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